Phoenix Maplewood orion

familiarity on the wind; a scent she'd thought to leave far behind with the ruins of her people and the remnants of their shattered legacy. but he was here. perhaps he'd followed her.

haven't yet learned to write your own destiny, hm? she called out, standing at a distance. she tried not to look too closely, to see the features that she knew would make her lungs tighten and her throat ache. running again from the inevitable — but nausicaä was nothing if not willful.